Her Modigliani Neck (kyoka)
stretched out
as she watched the bats
fly in the driving rain …
so subtlety white
her soft Modigliani neck
my heart beat quickened
ah – that silent temptation
(caress me my dear)
begging to be ravished
I, the Count, could not resist
(Kyoka is a form of Japanese Waka poetry … dedicated to humor, very popular in the late 18th and early 19th century.)
An example of Modigliani’s art work …
wonderful – and I think if Modigliani were alive today he would say Cheers – – the photo and Kyoka are perfect 10!
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Grazie Prior! She was inspirational.
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Very clever and extremely wonderful
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Thanks Richard … I had fun above all.
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That’s the most important thing 🙂
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🙂
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Very nice poem, I loved the way you penned it down! I missed reading your poems and I hope you are feeling good and having beautiful days! 🙂
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Doing pretty good, thanks, now that we’re finally getting some sunshine! I’ve missed seeing you too. I’ve not a lot of time to blog these days, and hope the winter will make things easier … glad you liked the kyoka … oh btw, I’m doing a lot of writing on my blogger blog (haiku and waka) http://bastetswakalibrary.blogspot.it/ and do a daily post (or every other day sometimes) informing my readers if they want to follow what )’ve done the day before. 🙂 Big hugs and happy days to you too!
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You really stuck your neck out with this one ! ….byronically ironic …
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Hahahahaha … actually no, I AM THE COUNT!!! Bwaaaaah! 😀 Thanks for dropping by … fun comment yours.
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Oh, what count could resist that delicious, sensual neck!
A fun read, Georgia 🙂
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🙂
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Beautiful… thanks for introducing kyoka to me 🙂 ..and the lady in picture has a perfect Modigliani neck.. !
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I do so agree … when I saw her long neck, I just couldn’t resist!
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